"P.O.D."

[Chorus: Krayzie Bone]
My nigga, let's get P.O.D.'ded (P.O.D.'ded, P.O.D.'ded)
(So high, so high am I.)
reefer and blunts is all that's needed (needed, needed)
(So high, so high am I.)

[Krayzie Bone]
Slow down, make it too smoky for you, baby
Fucked up--look at you faded
I am what I am as a thug in the Land
And that's all that I am
Damn, you better come join this thugsta party
Blunt smoke up in your body
And come get high, get high

[Chorus]

[Layzie Bone]
Let's all get lifted
Split the swisher, quickly twist us up a fatty
Now, I've been smokin' out all day long,
P.O.'d in the back of Krayzie's Caddy
How in the world did I manage to smoke this many?
About a hundred, man. Feel it all in my stomach
To the brain severely blunted,
And it ain't no shame off in my game
Hydroponics and Indonesia,
Even the stress sometimes be creeper,
So pass me some reefer, want to receive, ah
Little Lay, givin' you what you need
Nothin' but the best green leaves
With a pocket full of cheese, gettin' P.O.D.

[Chorus]

[Wish Bone]
I be so high, feel high. Forgive me Lord,
But I feel like the weed be blessin' my soul
Got to smoke that sticky, smelly stuff,
But I just can't get enough
Smoke it, hit it, pass it to the next man
Let him choke, smoke but don't hold on
Don't hold on, on. No, no
And if you smoke it with me, yeah
Then, I'm a smoke it with you
Y'all, we can smoke it all up
We can smoke and get ba-
We can smoke it all up
We can smoke and get ba-, ba-, ba-, ba-, buzzed

[Chorus]

[Bizzy Bone]
P.O.D.'ded that'll get me in my seat
Hennessy and I ain't too young to be that poetically,
Here to believe that I get brave, and all on my way,
In a daze, me puff puff on my reef
Got a blunt for the thugs and hustlas
Ain't no bustas in the Mo Thug game
And it gets me out of all miseries
Follow the benefits, stay in place
As long as we reach, put up the fist and flip and pray
I'll be done, when I reach my own
Stay free; let the time go pass me by
Stay high, I'm P.O.D.'d. P.O.D.'d.

[Krayzie Bone]
I smoke on nothin' but the best of buddah
Ooh, yeah. Get the blunts and weed
Fuck the Hennessy; let's focus on these leaves
Reefer really relax my mind,
And ask me one more time
Get a split up, keep it lit up. Can you feel us?
Get with us, smoke with your nigga
Somebody told me, you better
respect the sticky leaves, sticky leaves, sticky leaves

[Chorus]


znaci bone thugs n harmony na scenata se pojavuvaat vo ranite 90ti
Layzie Bone, Krayzie Bone, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone, and Flesh-n-Bone
dobivaat sansa da go pokazat svojot talent za prv pat koga EASY E e vo nivniot grad i ima koncert vo nivniot grad Cleveland
prepoznatlivi se po onaj nivni brz stil na recitiranje

A so ke kazete vie za niv,ve bendisuva li nivniot stil ili ne....?

U Ain't Bone"

[Bizzy Bone]
I'm sending a message to warn you imposters
All hating in my business
When I see you I'm a drop you
Get slugged and get drugged
My niggas I'll hustle to pay the judge
Got you when I spot you I should pop you
Even the boss was telling me not to
But I won't stop until they get shot
When they get out the hospital
They gonna get shot, too
The fast one bringing that AK
Better walk, then we even
When I leave and flees to Cleveland
Now, murder 'em and rest in peace
So goodbye. We're shutting it down
And now we're prowling niggas from alleys
Cloning our sound, we found your town
Now is you ready for the war?
Cry loud and go
Many if all niggas 'll fall off in they sleep
And even oppose and order them hoes
Gonna flee with me?
Bitch, fuck with me then see that
My little aliens, yeah
We come to your city. Can they really
Put it on down with the pistol?
Can you feel me, feel me?

[Layzie Bone]
They beat biters, dope-style takers
When I see you face-to-face
My nigga, I'm a treat you like a hater
You niggas ain't Bone, you clone
You wrong. What the fuck?
You niggas ain't thinking
What's the consequence?
Now I'm 'bout to get
Real deadly. Ready for the war
When we just start bombing shit
Trying to cop my click?
Hell no! Real raw. Y'all niggas thought this was a game?
Now it's time to make you feel the pain
Wanna test my everyday thang?
I aim straight for your temple
It's really that simple when I seen it splatter
Had I even killed one of you clones
Then the rest of y'all wouldn't even matter
Scattered. Run for the border
Your career is getting shorter
Nigga, better hide 'cause I already warned ya
Mo Thug Records taking over
I told ya. Soldier man your post
Better cover your coast and lock all entries
If one of my sounds is off in your town
Then it's going down by the means infantry
Instantly finna be World War 3
If you fucking with my family jewels. You fools!
You niggas break golden rules
Gotta walk the walk in your own shoes
Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
Them niggas going platinum every time
I'm ready to ride. You ready to ride?
It's do or die. Then, nigga, I die
I jump in my Five Double-O
If you got it, better flaunt it
I'm a drop the top, and lock the locks
And cock the Glock; it'll make you want it
Come get it. And while you're rapping
On your song, just remember no pretenders
Bitch, you hoes ain't Bone!

[Krayzie Bone]
I hope you realize that you ain't Bone
You ain't Bone
Why don't you realize that you ain't Bone?
Nigga, you ain't Bone
Ring the alarm (Ring the alarm)
To let 'em know that we're charging
Clones pay
Come on now ring the alarm (Ring the alarm)
To let 'em know that we're charging
Clones pay

[Bizzy Bone]
Straight from the corner and I'm a thug
All my diamonds
I bet you wanted to stop my shining
Didn't we warn you, nigga?
The sign. See? Blinded
Run but they finding
Me in my Double-big-Five-O
And critical with a pistol
With pistols. Feel that the verbal 'll
Serve you. Heard my words
Are satanic and wishful
Then see you all get pissed off
My generals need no horse
We need AR-15s, twenty Glocks
With beams, and TNT
Nigga roll with me
Burial. Fuck the world!
When I deal, hope I repented
'Cause if the world I resented
It just might catch me up in heaven
But I'm a work this earth til it hurts
Gotta done make the worse
All the way through trial
I'm back in the court for some dirt
Get 'em off soil. They wait for alarm
I curse that silly ass bitch said I stoled a purse
And at them bullshit awards. But they told me
I stole beneath of my shirt. And it makes me sick
Even Ripsta's sistas plus family understands
Fuck with it. Put it on your Grammy
Even my mammy's scared to tell. And
Deep in my mind, devil seeped in. Scary
Stay wary and carry on. Promise to burn me
Never bury and hurry if you ain't Bone

[Layzie Bone]
These niggas wanna erase me
'Cause they can't face me
Crash collide with the niggas that hate me
Fucking with the real, y'all see how the fake be
Ducking the cut, trying to look for safety
Make me reach for my pistol and pop it
Niggas gonna pay on the day that I spot him
Toss him in the trunk of the Caddy
On the way to the rodeo, killing all carbon copies
I'll be damned if I let a nigga breathe. Indeed
I grieve for the war. What's next?
It's all about respect, bitch nigga
I'ma get that shit if I don't get nothing else
To the end I'm steady flipping
Fucking the world til they give Bone props
Nigga, you got knocked on blocks
With rocks, beat down by the cops
And it still don't stop. Glock Glock
I'm grinding, steadily climbing
To the top of the charts. Where you wanna be?
Off in my prime it's all about timing
As I look at my shit make history
No mystery. Mistook and, nigga
That eight-time platinum real
How do you feel to the thugs appeal?
Make nigga wanna sound like Bone for a record deal
Should'a kept it real and quit fronting. Nigga
Go round-for-round with the best
Nigga, step up and meet your death
Fucking with Kray, Little Lay, Biz, Wish, and Flesh
Yeah, it's all about survival of the fittest and it's on
Nigga, realize, or you die. You bitch ass niggas ain't Bone

[Chorus 2x]

moite poomileni clenovi


layzie i bizzy bone

a tuka e i



krayzie bone

pozdrav

Закон , нема што да се коментира... стварно закон.
Поздраф, добра тема.

Crossroads im e odlicna pesna

mnogu jak stil v kraj mi se bendisvat..notorious thugz mie mn zakon traka..zakonn see

Edna od najdobrite midwest grupi.Top se.Pocit

Najdobrata Rap grupa na site vreminja...

peace

Рециталот им е за пофалба покрај на4инот на интерпретација....
а да не зборам за другите квалитети....

СЕКОЈ РЕСПЕКТ!

Поз од Р.А.

Down Foe My Thang
by Bone Thugs N Harmony



Layzie:

Creepin' up outta the woods, gotta give love to my hood. Smoke, and I choke, and I creep on a come up. Niggas be tryin run
up, but I bust, and they drop to their death. Now they done up. Gun up, hunt my blunt up. Creepin' 'til sun up, feelin' slightly
shady. Call me lightweight crazy, number one nigga little Layzie. Nigga don't wanna fight, runnin' deadly thugsta soldiers,
droppin' them thangs. Bone done told ya. Testin' nuts, so a nigga gonna have to show ya. Faded a nigga that stepped up.
Let's slip in some shit. See 'em alls just stood up then put a foot up that ass, had to blast that click-click. Sprayed the
gauge, all cocked, and ready to spray down to the pave. Puttin' them souls up off in them graves, dwell in Hell, they'll all lay
slayed. Amazed, must I blaze. It's insane when I take that bud to the brain. Toke, choke, holdin' me smoke until-a me
strained, feelin' no pain. Better be packin' your weapon, 'cause my shit is kept and I'm ready to let loose sawed-off hangin',
danglin' up under the trench, fin to blow that chest, but you shoulda wore a vest, fool, 'cause the Bone don't front. Nigga check
or get wrecked. Got Flesh on the set, with his finger on a TEC, loc'd out with the khakis and high techs. Respect them St.
Clair thugs hustlin' drugs, gotta make that money, man. Rap be the thang, and the fact remains that we owns that rap game.



Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang.
Bone be me gang.



Flesh:

We runnin' with no hoes, and the bigger Bone that's known for gettin' his swerve on and kickin' it on the stage. (Off in the rag),
gettin' my serve on. So, leave 'em alone. They come. They need to be shown that Bone done chrome, blown, lay slugs up in
to them domes, so go on. You'd rather go run a ho check, if you wanna test nuts with Flesh, I'm feelin' to lynch ya, mo murda.
You're runnin' up eye to eye with death. Praise the Flesh, now nevertheless you're takin' a loss, and this slug snuffed up, and
dumpin' the body up off in a coffin. Remember the vow said a preacher, me teach 'em, (winnin'/greetin') 'em with me nine,
runnin' with thugs and hustlas and murderin' 'em every time.



Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang.
Bone be me gang.



Bizzy:

Remember the Ripsta, sinster creeper, reapin' up that set with a street-sweeper. Gotta take a breather from sippin' me liter.
Rippin' that flesh when I sneak with a meat cleaver. When I'm in me smug, never the studio thugsta. Buck 'em. Buck 'em.
Motherfuck 'em. Thug never done bluff and fuck them bustas. So back up off me. No stack won't let me slip. When a nigga
start to step, the weapon, put 'em in the graveyard. Bitch, better buy your vest, then test Rest, the Ripsta, quick to pick up the
hollow points and put 'em up in your brains, nigga. My little nigga, Mo! Hart, my bigger nigga, Sin, dash fast, get up with the
block at last blast they ass, pass cash, then stash, me can killa for free for homies and family. Tell 'em to see me, that realer
nigga, the Ripsta, put 'em in rivers. It don't stop. Drop P's to the SCT's and double glock. Pop. Pop. Here's the slug from
the twelve gauge thug. You don't want fuck with, no buck with, Rip's breakin' 'em bustas. Blood, me fillin' 'em (...?...) me
murder. I show no mercy. Turn your back, clack back me gat, diggin' 'em in the dirt, see.



Krayzie:

Get ready to duck, bitch, or get fucked up. They never could fuck with me sawed-off pump. Bitch, if I'm flippin' or load my
clip in, nigga, y'all all fucked. Gotta make my money, slippin' me pump in my trench, and then click it. Now, nigga, it's rippin',
steady clippin', not missin', thuggin' with me click, and now Leatherface takin' your life so ya best stay back, tossin' the rest in a
coffin, 'cause niggas be runnin' up, talkin' trash. Buck a guard while walkin' past. Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thangs,
and I claim and hang with Ts, niggas that make cheese for the green leaves. Gotta give peace, 'cause they swang these. Come,
nigga, meet my hood and fulla nothin' but thugs and hustlas: Sin never been no busta, he'll stuff and buck-buck 'em and dump
'em, bitch. Nigga, muthafuck 'em, Krayzie don't love 'em, put 'em to rest and run, so the po-po don't catch up--nigga can't be
arrested. One M-11 me sendin' niggas to hell, and you're feelin' 187. Eleven dwellin' better from the cell, and nigga that pick
up Mossberg, the quicker you to the curb. Put one to the temple, pump, to Mr. Policeman. That's all you heard.



Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang.
Bone be me gang.
Bang, bang, bang, bang.

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Se slozvam so Wannabemceez...najdobra rap grupa na site vreminja... najmnogu me bendisvat Krayzie i Bizzy iako i drugite se navistina dobri... i Wannabemceez, tnx sho mi gi dade albumite od nif...
Respect

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